As you can see from my latest boondocking site there's still plenty of room to boondock without parking right next to each other, unless of course your friends and then parking in a group is perfectly normal.
I packed up, hitched up, and moved rather abruptly yesterday for what I consider two very good reasons. Reason number one is it suddenly occurred to me that I had become so complacent where I was boondocked I hadn't even realized I was about to violate my own self-imposed rule to move at least every two weeks to try and prevent the very complacency that caused me to not realize how long I've been rooted to this one spot.
That's the reason I moved yesterday, but the reason I moved abruptly was a motorhome towing a Jeep and followed by a car, pulled up behind me about 30 feet from the Arctic Fox and proceeded to unpack, I couldn't believe it, I could spit and hit his motorhome. And by the time he parked his car and unhooked his Jeep the guys car was closer to me than it was to him.
Two dogs jumped out of the motorhome, one started barking immediately and the other started shortly thereafter. I glanced up at his roof and there was nary a solar panel to be seen and experience has taught me that I was going to be listening to a generator running all night.
For those of you that keep up with my blog you know I've faced this problem before and every time it happens I am absolutely amazed at how unbelievably rude and thoughtless some people can be.
We're in the desert, which means you can park and boondock wherever you like, but there's unwritten rules of courtesy that we all try to follow, simple things like not allowing your dogs to continuously bark, don't play music so loud others can hear it, and don't park right next to other people in less you're in a group. Simple stuff, based mostly on common sense but nonetheless still seems to elude some people's comprehension.
Now it gets a little crowded around here when the Big Show rolls around and out of necessity some people do end up parking closer than they should and it's understandable. But it wasn't that way yesterday, there was plenty of room all over Hi Jolly. Right in front of me there was literally acres of empty space he could've parked in but he just had to pull in right behind me.
Oh well, I don't own the desert and he had a right to be there, and I had a right to accept it and not worry about it, or pack up and leave all the stress behind. I chose the latter. And thinking about that just gave me an idea of what I want to write about in my blog tomorrow.
I'm only about a mile from Highway 95 on Plomosa road and its not crowded at all even though the big show is about five days away. I came here because I'm closer to Parker and I need to go to Walmart in the next day or so.